“No,” she replied, not specifying at first because it really meant to both. “It's actually literal. My whole purpose for being born was to heal the mouth. Literally.”
Ninkasi grabbed a fig and chewed a moment, trying to decide if there was a decent abridged way to explain that.. “Okay, abridged version... my mother is Ninhursag and my father is Enki. She had to leave Dlimun to help with seasonal growth and my father lost his mind and started sleezing around. My mother found out, was upset, took some of the uh...” she paused. While Kratos was Greek and the Greeks were rumored to be pretty progressive, she wasn't really sure how much so this particular Greek was for her to be flinging around talk of seminal fluids.
“Creationary matter from my sister, who had refused pregnancy from Enki and cast it away. Mom created these eight new fancy plants, my father has no impulse control and ate them all... which then grew inside him because.. Ninhursag had tricked him, that was baby making material.” Ninkasi drank. “And since men cannot birth in the usual way, my father grew very ill, she had cursed him.”
She turned to Djeheuty, “don't piss off one of our women, right? But... Enlil said, enough of all that and wasn't going to let her just let his brother die. Mother went to see him and helped, and then there were eight of us. Each to heal a part that had been ailing.” Ninkasi shrugged and drank again.
“See. Literal.” Ninkasi shrugged again and smiled, “the beer came later... when the eight of us had our Me assigned. Though... if you want to make it poetic... you could probably say that too much beer loosens the lips, making man more honest and in search for someone to confide in to help lighten the load weighing on their mind or heart...” She shrugged yet again.